He grabbed the bottom of her blouse and pulled it up over her head, their kiss breaking long enough for him to throw it across the room. The simple white cotton bra she wore and full breasts spilling over it made his mouth water. He’d seen her in a swimsuit, but never dwelled on what Noel might have going on under there. At least, he’d never told anyone, but he hadn’t been oblivious. She was his best friend, but he knew she was sexy. He’d had enough of his friends telling him how much over the years, he’d be an idiot not to notice.
There had been a few times growing up when Nick wondered about what Noel was like in bed. They’d never talked about their sexual conquests, but he knew she’d lost her virginity their junior year because the jerk bragged about her during gym class. He’d learned his lesson when Nick, Pike, and Anthony jumped him after school. He’d never told Noel and she’d never asked any of them about it, even when the guy apologized the next day sporting a black eye and fat lip.
When Nick imagined her like this, he’d always assumed Noel would be passionate. That she’d enjoy being in control. Just the way she was in life.
Being intimate with Noel was a dance, but not in the traditional partnership. Both of them took the lead, alternating who was in charge. Nick didn’t want to battle though; he wanted to love her. He wanted them to be real, not just have sex to get off. Nick wanted what they had to be different, more than what she’d experienced with any of the other guys who came before. They meant nothing. Not compared to what the two of them had.
He lifted her off his lap to her feet, kneeling on the carpet in front of her. Noel’s eyes fluttered closed as his lips covered the spot just above her jeans, sucking sharply. His fingers worked the snap of her jeans and when the rfft of her zipper echoed through the apartment, he felt her tremble beneath his hands and mouth. She didn’t try to push him away or hurry him along. She let him take his time, trusting him.
She kicked off her shoes and helped him peel her skinny jeans down her legs. Clad in her white bra and…
Nick blinked. Were those…the Golden Girls?
He stared at the elderly women’s faces on her underwear, grinning at him with unabashed humor, and a bewildered smile spread across his face.
“These were not what I expected to find under those tight jeans.”
Noel bit her lip. “I wasn’t anticipating getting laid tonight, so I didn’t dress for the occasion.”
Nick dipped forward, kissing her through the thin cotton. “I’m glad to hear you weren’t expecting anyone else to see them, but I need to make something clear.” His mouth trailed along to her inner thigh, sucking the skin into his mouth. “You…” He kissed the spot gently. “Are not.” Nick sucked the other side, growling when she moaned. “Getting laid.” His face buried in between her legs, fingers moving aside the cotton so his tongue could find purpose. He licked along her seam until he reached the top of her mound.
“I am going to make you mine.”
He expected her to bolt when he uttered those words, but when she shivered, her fingers kneading his head, Nick nearly shouted with victory.
Instead, Nick hooked his fingers into the top of her panties and dragged them down her hips. They stopped around her knees and he pushed them the rest of the way down, running his hand back up between her legs, parting them. More than anything, he wanted to please Noel. To hear her moan his name. To taste her on his lips once more, this time as she let go.
Grabbing her ass, he maneuvered her to the end of the couch, sitting her on the edge.
“Put your legs over my shoulders.”
Noel did as he asked and with his head buried between her legs, staring down at her neatly trimmed pussy, he tasted her again. Running his tongue along the seam until he found the delicate nub of her clit hidden in the folds. Noel cried out, bucking against his mouth as he gripped her cheeks and enjoyed her. He hadn’t had a lot of practice at it, but what he lacked in skill, he hoped he made up for in enthusiasm.
Listening to Noel’s wild cries and the way she pulled his hair…
“Ow,” he grunted when she yanked too hard.
“Sorry, it’s just…it’s good.”
“Yeah?” Nick spread her with his fingers and flicked his tongue over her swiftly, each pass making her cries higher and louder. “How good is this?”
“So good. Great. Superb. Fucking awesome,” she gasped as he took the nub in his mouth and sucked. Harder. He slid two fingers into her, working her from the inside out.